Phoenix Maplewood Cowboys and Angels

The man nodded his head, understanding that there were no real rules. It was only something she had done to create joy in her life.

When she moved on to say that she was not okay, that she was making a choice to laugh instead of cry, Reno regretted that he had said anything. It wasn’t his place to make comments on the lost homes of others. He didn’t have the tact to speak kindly or the knowledge to understand the importance of those places. A life on the road had meant that his home could change from one day to the next.

Yer a good gal, miss Amalia. Yer gonna have a fine home. Anyone’d be lucky to have ya, and I know it ain’t right that ya lost yer first home, but sometimes those things just happen. Part of how it is.

Reno wasn’t sure if his words were all that valuable. He wasn’t trying to spark emotion in her. The rugged cowboy merely wanted to make sure that she would be alright. There were few certainties in the world. He only wanted to know that Amalia would have the home she deserved.